not obsessed with project hail mary

e me a mail

make the attachment a pic of a snail

I still reference this post today. And yes, when I say I reference it I mean I sing it.

When I was a little boy, girls used to just do random cartwheels for no reason. Then one day, they stopped. Now that I am a man, no women randomly do cartwheels. This is because society is evil and killed the cartwheel impulse in their soul. They don't even spin horizontally anymore. It's fucked up.

it’s what they would have wanted

happy moonwalk day

Moon day Monday!

“Why are you watching it again? You already know what happens.” Because The Character is in there, bro. THE CHARACTER

sleep is not normal to want and impossible to achieve

Do you ever find yourselves thinking about what an absolute shock it must have been for Laurent to spend years believing Damianos was the kind of monster his uncle was, only to discover that he was the kind of man his brother was? Because I do.

A non-writer asked me "but where do you get your ideas" and i genuinely did not know how to explain that it's not a place. it's not a website. it's not a folder. it's that i was on the bus and a woman was holding a paper bag very carefully and something about the way she held it made me need to know what was inside and then i needed to know why she was sad about it and then there was a whole person and then there was a whole story and the bus had already stopped and i missed my stop. that's where.

Strange women on buses distributing ideas is no basis for a system of artistic motivation

awesome that you can form a bond through gay sex which neither of you are engaging in, you're just both thinking about it really hard

one day you just wake up to 30 dms from your mutual across the world and they're like imagine if these characters were trapped in bikini bottom and they had to fuck or die and you're like, yeah tell me more

“why are you like that” because im full of love and whimsy and childlike wonder